If you have yet to read part 1... I highly recommend it... otherwise you'll be slightly lost and will be losing hints here and there to the plot :)

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Section Three- Mark of the Past~

During the time of chosen warriors, a mark was bestowed to promise peace, prosperity, and life. In time the mark of a flaming bird of the gods fell to a nameless carving upon the walls of history. Its symbolic meaning forgotten once the wars of blood and death struck the land it swore to protect. From then on the mark resounded with destruction, its head replaced by a defiled Triforce and its identical wings stripped of magnificent- left to fly with just a mere skeleton of feathers. Just from this, the mark's meaning fell to just that: a mark, nothing more.

As the wars met an end, the land crawled back up to its place once again in hopes of restoration. A chosen man met this land's desire, taking place as king. During that dreadful time the event of the guardians was not yet lost, only few wished to twist its tale at the time. Though the guardians were lost to the war's cry, the king felt to show his gratitude and gave the first heir of the throne the name of the goddess of wisdom for her warrior was the most beauteous and wise of all.

After claiming his daughter's name and setting forth his kingdom, he to took hold of the dying symbol of the gods' bird and made it the crest of his family. For he still held hope that the goddesses would return, that the birds of myth would grace the land with not only their mark but their being.

He dreamed of salvation, a new origin of peace.

Only when he died did he realize, the mark was truly nothing. Even the mark of the Triforce was stained, becoming just a mark in itself without the breath of life. Only when he died did he realize just how foolish his dreams of peace were for when he died, the Triforce's war still stalked about the land.

The mark that promised to guide its people, the crest of the royal family, was now nothing but a picture. For as its people fell did its promises, its dreams, and its breath crumble. Now it remains a demoted crest, nothing more, with its origin twisted and stained.

Part 2~ Proclaimed

Gingerly the blond headed boy dared a cautious step to the compacted floor of dirt, his bandaged feet landing him a shaky body as he stood up from the bed's side. It had been three days from his arrival and through those short days he was only welcomed by Saria and Illia. Illia's father sending messages through his own daughter to the boy. It bothered him, made him feel a burden. Was the elder of this province disgusted by Link to the point where he did not wish to present himself to the boy? Saria laughed at such a though, ruffled his hair in response in fact. Nevertheless her expression lied. She was just as worried as Ilia who always put up a confident front.

Having a grimace land on his pale face, he delivered a stumbling step and cried out before doing a graceless face plant at the bed's feet. Oh how utterly embarrassing! To be so weak as this and to have no memories but a name! For the three days he had managed to stay awake for he constantly tried clawing at his mind, daring his mental barriers to break away so his true self could burst from its captivity. The barriers were strong. All he could regain was his name and nothing more. Even when the deep scars and dark bruises slowly faded and even when the mark's light faded to that of a black tattoo on his arm, he remembered nothing.

It hurt to not be able to remember. He knew he should for he felt missing, hollow, abnormal. Then there were the visions. They constantly pounced him whenever he managed to shut his eyes, batting at his mind and straining against the barriers. He tried to will them to be sharp and clear instead of murky and dark but it only brought pain and fear. Truly, the visions were truly horrible, surely. For every time he opened his eyes he was left to wallow in his own cold sweat, shivering, and screaming.

"Link!" The sound of his name brought him back on the floor, failing at his feeble attempt to regain his stance. Uneasily he gave a glance to the speaker and frowned. Ilia and she looked less then happy or pleased of his clear level of recovery. Unlike her, Saria would surely be jumping for joy- that much he had learned from the two in just three days.

The teenaged, sandy brown haired girl scurried to his side and gingerly picked him up by the elbow. She wanted him back in bed as fast as possible, no telling what internal injuries he might have let alone still being sick from dehydration and the like! Guiding his still staggering form to the bedside, she slowly picked his frail body up in her arms like an infant and set him on the covers once more.

"Please don't try and get up again, Link. It's dangerous, you're still sick! Sure, you might be feeling better and your fever from yesterday might be gone," by this she lifted a hand to his forehead, him flinching in response to her cool palm, "good it is gone… but anyway, that doesn't mean that you are one hundred percent all right! Understand?" She spoke, retracting her hand from his head, as she plopped down at his side of the bed.

A nod.

She sighed, should have known that he'd still respond with silence. Ever since his arrival, after their quick little talk, he hadn't spoken a word since. Now he resulted in giving a gesture by the head. If she or Saria tried at complex questions or conversation he would either simply stare or ignore, even nodding even though what had been spoken did not require such a response. It was rather said yet all the while unnerving. Was their a reason for this child's mute manner? Could he perhaps not understand them but had managed to on arrival, just once? Or was it a trust issue and he had just spoken on arrival from delirium, not able to process his situation in time?

"Link…" she began, managing a smile, "I almost forgot, father saw the Great Deku Tree on your arrival. He came back with wonderful news, you can stay! The Great Tree even gave you a warm welcome!" Her smile brightened, sharpening the laughing wrinkles that rippled at her lips. "Isn't that great?"

Another nod, devoid of expression.

"Err... Link, what's the matter?"

Silence.

"You spoke freely to me on your arrival but since then you haven't uttered a single word to me. Saria even says so and from that, it worries us. Is something the matter?"

Instead of a nod, a shake of the head.

'He still didn't talk.' "No? Then what's the reason?"

Silence… again.

Sighing in defeat Ilia stood from the child's bed. "Well if you ever want to actually talk to someone then just call Saria or even me, okay?" She asked as she drew the covers over him. "And don't get out of bed!"

-twisted-

The golden light that slept beneath the Great Tree's being shifted in slumber. Just by the movement did the tree itself shudder, feeling a frail spark of lightness cover the clearing with immense power before fading off with the wind. Ordona was slowly awakening, she was slowly taking note to the world with lively eyes.

"My beloved mother of province, can you withstand a conversation through your state of fatigue?" It asked, its vibrating voice acting as a murmur. In response the light appeared across the clearing once more yet faded just as fast. The one quick change in light was a clear 'yes but not for long' type answer. Even a second with the province guardian would do, just a second.

"What is it my seer?" A voice whispered about the clearing, the clearing's defense line of trees seeming to glow with each syllable of the voice.

"Surely you felt the presence of an intruder, the child?"

A silent lapsed over the clearing in just a blink of an eye. Such unsettling it caused, stilling the wind with the abruptness and halting the leaves and their little dance to the ground. Was such a question truly surprising… or perhaps…

"Ordona, what is wrong? Is the boy truly a premonition?"

The whisper only laughed, bringing life back to the Tree's domain. "A premonition indeed! The very omen of omens that dares strike against this land's origin, legends, and present!" Its musical laughter took on an octave, becoming muffled as if from a sudden yawn only to die off in a faint whisper once again. "Nevertheless, the child is harmless."

"So it was a good decision to have the child remain?"

"Yes…" an unsettling pause, "for now."

"Ordona, you speak in riddles." Then again so had the Tree with the gentle mayor…

To the Great Tree's dismay the voice failed to respond. Ordona had drifted to sleep once more. Of course, how convenient for her but she could just be tricking the old tree. Something she fancied doing with her beloved seer, her being a conniving trickster who enjoyed watching from the sidelines. Acting like such a demoted fairy, a sprite, or perhaps a spoiled child.

Technically her present state was his own fault, the legend of the seers and provinces becoming twisted to the fact that they were ignored. Even his beloved Ordona had lost an inkling of her true power from the change in respect from seer to province. Even now as he continued to speak of Ordona when confronted with the denizens, they still praised him and looked only to him. Ah, surely Ordona would grow angry once awakened from her groggy state. For when she usually did she found a way to either lash out at her seer or her people with a quick season of drought, famine, or something of the like. A thread of punishments to those who forget.

Ah but enough of useless things, perhaps she was truly just trying to dodge the question. "Ordona, is the forest safe with this child?"

Again not a whispery voice answered, nothing but the wind.

-twisted-

The child withered, clawing at the very sheets that embraced him upon the bed. This was truly the only time in the day that he despised. Sleep. Obediently he had followed the girl's wish, rest. He rested, unwillingly slipping into a cloudy dream of sorts that egged him on with insanity.

All around, the child stood in a knee-high pool of blood. All the while, the only thing to be heard amongst the horrific pool was the foul tune that continuously haunted his thoughts. The tune that marked his soul to silence. Only when he tried to block out the song by clamping his hands over pointed ears did he take not to his form. It was black, foggy, grotesque. Smelling of ink and swirling like a brush of paint in water. Just the sight made him grasp at the desire to vomit.

Then there was that tune that refused to be blocked from his ears. A devastating tune that left him drained of soul, of tongue, and of faith.

"Poor child, your lineage fell to the guardians' demise and the goddesses negligence. Therefore you are nothing but a beast, heart and breath taken without the relic's considerate voice."

"Poor child, the bearer of those less blind. Ever to frolic upon bloody roses, ever to dance with the decaying corpses. Always to be bound in silence, never to speak with a soul's own purpose. For you are a shadow, a shadow without the light's sense; a shadow without a proper voice."

"Poor child, ever shall be a hollow bell. For you are nothing, ever nothing, but a proclaimed shell."

Section Four- Race of Outcasts~

In truth, before the three goddesses of light dared venture across their brother's foul creation, the land's origin of people frolicked. Though they grew sick from the land's decay and darkness they were used to it, being formed by the very shadows that shrouded the light. Even though they thanked the god for their creation they spit on the god for their pains. The darkness was never kind as it was, the decay only made it worse.

Only when they sent a prayer to whoever would dare hear it, pleading freedom from their very own god, were they saved. Yet upon their saviors'' arrival did they despise their weakness for right on the arrival did they take note of their mistake.

The three sisters of light only saw their brother's creation of people as monsters, criminals, abominations. Thus they created their own people, Hylians, to rid the troubling land of these insects. Upon this action did the race of monsters falter, flailing about on the edge of extinction. Again feeling displeasure they pleaded, their prayers falling to their downfall.

Before the sisters' leave they created a prison and on top of that another prison. They claimed the enclosures would house their brother's foul creations and that they did, locking the race and binding them to a realm that matched their god's very soul: darkness and decay.

Upon their goddesses' leave did the Hylians bind the outside of the prisons, claiming that the insects would be named as criminals and would never be released from the prison that claimed them.

Only as years dared to pass the naïve creations of the sisters were the insects named, their kind insulted and beaten. Now nothing but a fragment of history, always to be detested…

The Twilios of Perish.

Please feel free to land me a Review/question/etc. ;D (down below are some questions I keep getting here and there from letting other people read 'em XD)-

Q. What happened with the original Twisted Light?

A. This is it, this is what I wanted it to go to but at the time fanfictions were mixing up with one another quite frequently and I lost my plot for the story

Q. It's NOT Twilios (sounds like a cereal brand anyway :O)! Are you trying to kill us here?

A. I know, it's Twili BUT haven't you noticed the other "Sections"? They are all originating from Hyrule's beginning, between the brother and the goddesses.

Q. Your song thing doesn't rhyme very well... is it supposed to...?

A. Not supposed to :)

Q. What's with the song and Link?

A. Spoilers, so can't tell ;)